Tekken 24
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 5:00 pm and 6:00 pm.
Events occur in real time.
5:00:00- Hwoarang fell onto the hard flooring of the mall. A sharp pain had struck his shoulder. He had been shot.
He rolled over. He wasn't screaming, but the pain was intense. He reached over to his back and felt another hole. It was the exit wound. The bullet had gone through and through. He was thankful for that. Bone damage might be at a minimum that way. But he had to get a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. Even after ten seconds, his shirt was soaked with blood at the right shoulder.
He got up and ran upstairs, holding his arm. He wondered if Jin was dead. He approached the unmoving body and noticed the blood. He probably bled to death. Hwoarang saw the neck wound. God, it was bad. It probably cut through his throat and through the other side of his neck. The others had gone into his chest and abdomen. He was dead, no doubt.
Hwoarang left his body and went back to the site of the explosion. He was surprised to see the whole team and Julia were still alive. He didn't even think about what Julia's reaction would be when she found out Jin was dead.
Hwoarang struggled with his left arm, trying to get his phone out of his right pocket. He dialed up Wallace.
"Dammit Wallace, pick up." Hwoarang cursed.
After about three rings, somebody picked up.
"Wallace here." He said.
"It's me. Julia's alive, but they got to Jin. He's dead." Hwoarang said.
The sting in his shoulder finally started to burn as the adrenaline began to remove itself from his bloodstream.
"What happened?" Wallace said.
"This was a trap. Nina Williams was here. She had Julia in some sort of closet. Nina ambushed Jin and me, and he didn't get out the way in time. He bled out all over the place. But somebody shot me with a rifle. I wouldn't be surprised if it was Nina's sister, Anna." Hwoarang said. Hwoarang took a seat, taking a bandana out of his left back pocket. With the phone up to his ear, he tried to close the wound in his shoulder. It was tricky and becoming unsuccessful. He had to get off the phone. The blood was beginning to drip onto his arm.
"I'm coming over there." Wallace said.
"Good." Hwoarang said.
He looked over at the Henderson's teams. One was a medic and fixing up the minor injuries the team must have had.
Hwoarang stood up, woozy and becoming short of breath. He stumbled over to the medic, who quickly cut off his shirt and began bandaging up the wound.
The medic carried Hwoarang out to an ambulance, which was waiting due to the chaos inside. Hwoarang couldn't think about much anymore, he had lost a good amount of blood in less than ten minutes.
The medic set Hwoarang down onto the concrete as he got a machine inside the ambulance ready.
The next thing Hwoarang remembered was feeling the prick of a needle in his arm, followed by the shiver of chilled blood being pumped into his veins.
5:10:14- Heihachi was on the factory floor, getting the rundown on the Combots. One of his top scientists, Liu Pang Ho, was one person who had enough inner monologues to fill three people for the rest of their lives.
He detested this job. He originally worked as a biochemist in this lab until one year ago, when Heihachi secretly bought the place and turned it into a microbiology and robotics lab. It was only two months ago when he found out about the project. And finally, only one week ago did he see the result. Tonight was the last straw.
What they were doing was unethical. If it was one bot or fifteen bots, he wouldn't have said anything. But one million? That was way too far over the line. In fact, the line may as well never have existed. When he saw the numbers, he thought it was bullshit. But then they showed him the result, and the first idea that hit him was one only a science fiction fan would think of: World domination.
He sat in the office, telling Heihachi's tour group that he wasn't feeling good. A lie that they bought, but Heihachi didn't. The boss himself gave Liu a dirty look as he headed out to the floor.
Liu had two options: 1. He could ignore the feelings for resistance he had felt and ignored his whole life, or 2. Take the necessary steps to make sure this "army" wasn't used inappropriately. The struggle was taking place inside him, hesitating for at least ten seconds now.
If he decided to work against Heihachi, what could he do? There's no way he could just go to a phone and call the police. There wasn't some stupid "self-destruct" button.
Then it hit him. He needed leverage and he knew where to get it. He got up and went to the computer room below the conference room.
5:16:33- Anna had escaped. She made it back to her car across the street from the lot that now was home to a dozen police cars and emergency vehicles.
She had a small laptop computer on her lap. She was tracing the signal coming from Hwoarang's tracker, which was imbedded in his left arm.
She glanced across the street and saw him sitting there on a stretcher, having a small blood transfusion in the back of an ambulance, while the medic was checking his vital signs.
Her phone rang.
"Yes?" she said.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Nina said.
"I'm your sister. That's who the fuck I think I am." She said.
"Very cute, bitch. Listen up. You almost got me killed. Now stay out of my way, or you'll be next." Nina threatened.
"That's very reassuring, seeing as you're already on my list." Anna said.
"Now that's not a smart thing to do. Assassination 101: never let the target know they're a target. Didn't Heihachi teach you anything?" Nina said.
Anna was a bit surprised that Nina knew about Heihachi.
"I figure I'd make things interesting." Anna said.
"I'm game. Are you?" Nina said.
The line clicked. Across the street, Hwoarang was meeting with somebody he knew.
5:22:07- Wallace approached the ambulance. He saw an unconscious Hwoarang on a stretcher, receiving a small blood transfusion. His right arm was bandaged up. A little bit of dried blood was still slightly smeared on his chest. The medic sitting beside him looked at Wallace.
"I'll take it from here." Wallace said.
The medic got up and jumped out of the ambulance.
Wallace took a look at the bag, it was half empty. He sat down in the chair the medic had left warm.
"Bad day?" Wallace asked.
Hwoarang didn't laugh. He kept his eyes shut.
"Could be better." He said.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you won't be going to jail even though Jin is dead." Wallace said.
"Who cares about jail?" Hwoarang asked.
Jail was on the back burner for him. He wasn't mad anymore about Jin. He felt sorry for the guy, sure. But what else could he do? He had been ambushed plenty today. Now that Jin was dead, surely it would stop. He never felt so ashamed of himself.
Two years ago, he would have taken the mission head on, and probably would have succeeded. Now that the fourth tournament was over and he had been on the run and in hiding, his sense of honor had diminished. In fact, his training was lacking a little. Had he seriously taken Jin on in a fight, Jin would have won in sixty seconds tops.
If he went to jail, at least he could focus. But right now, he wanted to know who shot him. He also wanted to know when he could throw up. His stomach retched from the blood loss and now the transfusion. He felt like he could just give up. Today was obviously one the worst days of his life.
Wallace remained silent.
"So what do we do now?" Hwoarang asked.
"I have a few papers I need you to sign. I'll debrief you back at Headquarters, and then you can leave or take the job." Wallace said, not sure how Hwoarang would respond to the latter.
"What job?" Hwoarang said, still lying on the stretcher, eyes shut.
"The job you've had all day. You are the head of an anti-terrorist group. In fact, you're my boss." Wallace said.
"Great. Then get me a shirt or a blanket or something, I'm freezing in here." Hwoarang said, the goose bumps on his skin obvious.
He was right. The evening chill was beginning to roll in. Wallace grabbed a blanket of the small shelf behind him and handed it to him. Hwoarang reached over with his left arm and placed the blanket on himself.
Wallace looked down at the bag, it was empty. He took the bag and detached it from the tube, and threw it in the hazardous waste basket. He then held Hwoarang's arm and removed the needle.
Hwoarang was a bit surprised that Wallace knew how to this. He was more surprised at the fact that he was Wallace's boss. The anti-terrorist group must be bigger than he thought.
Wallace pulled a black, long-sleeved, dress shirt out of a duffle bag he brought with him. He tossed it at Hwoarang.
"Here. Thought you might need one." He said.
Hwoarang got up finally and began to put it on carefully. His wound was still raw and just stretching his arm a little felt like complete agony. He was able to put it on though.
Once the shirt was on, Wallace looked at him.
"You should see the office. We can grab a bite to eat." He offered.
"Ok." Hwoarang said, really just wanting to sleep for a long, long while.
5:30:22- Liu Pang Ho was in the computer room, staring at the one thing that could render the Combots useless.
A small blue chip was in the middle of one of the huge computer towers that sat in the room. It glowed like it was a gift from the heavens. Something that somebody would want, if they knew how to use it, and he knew they would kill for this.
The chip was the one thing that could stop the operation dead in its tracks. The Combots used a collective consciousness, meaning that when one Combot found out new information, they all did at the same time. This was the one chip that enabled that feature. Remove it, and they're as dumb as any normal person.
He wasn't sure if he should actually take it. The lab was underground. If he took the chip now, everybody out on the floor would know immediately. All it would take is one alarm to go off and the only elevator to the ground floor would stop, and he couldn't risk that since that was the one he was going to take. Plus, he was afraid of heights. Climbing outside of an elevator was not his idea of courageous.
He left the chip alone for now, there would be another chance. He left the room and joined the others on the floor.
5:40:47- The building was huge. Did they actually make ceilings that high? Hwoarang didn't know.
Wallace was escorting him into the HQ for the UN's anti-terrorist unit. It was busy right now, reacting to the death of Jin Kazama and news that Julia Chang was alive after all.
The place really worked on two sides: computer techies and surveillance aficionados on the left, field agents on the right. There was an upstairs, but it was nothing but a conference room and two offices.
The two walked towards the stairwell towards the back of the building. Hwoarang ignored the looks from everybody else. They may have been good or bad, but regardless, everybody was looking at him. Something was going on that he didn't know about.
Wallace led him to the conference room. Hwoarang immediately took a seat in one of the lush, leather, and well-padded chairs. Wallace left the room for a second. For the first time all day, it was quiet. The noise was at a minimum, and he didn't have to worry about somebody trying to kill him. It was also the first time today that he realized he had the headache from hell.
Wallace came back in. He took a seat across from Hwoarang. They were silent for a moment.
"Can I get you something?" Wallace said.
"Aspirin."
"Ok, but I was thinking along the lines of food. You want something to eat?" Wallace said.
"Sure." He said.
Wallace picked up the phone on the table and called up some food.
"So, what now?" Hwoarang asked.
"Now, I'm going to ask you a favor." Wallace said.
"If anything, I think you owe me the favor, Al." Hwoarang said. "You're right. Start a tab. I'm asking for another one." Wallace said.
"You've exceeded your limit for the night. Debrief me and I'll leave." He said.
"You do know that this is your building right?" Wallace said.
"Did I ask for it?" he said.
"Why are you being like this?" Wallace asked, tired of playing games.
"Why? Let's see. Instead of throwing me in prison, you assign me to protect my arch-rival, then I'm attacked by anonymous troops, I get into a car wreck, get a concussion, have to sit in a fucking morgue for an hour, only to go to a mall, see Jin get shot, and only to be shot myself. That's something I didn't fucking ask for!" Hwoarang said.
Wallace glared at him for a moment. The room was silent once again.
"I could throw you in jail if you'd like. Or you can stay here, run this place, and go onto your next assignment." Wallace said.
Hwoarang was mad. He didn't like being pushed into a corner. It was when he was most dangerous. He was able to take everything with up until Jin died, and now he was tired, worn out, and upset. Worse of all, he wasn't fighting, and he couldn't fight.
"Fine. You happy?" he asked.
"Not really. But we do have to deal with things like these every day. Especially here." Wallace said.
Wallace had an envelope in front of him; he pushed it across the table to Hwoarang. Hwoarang took it and opened it. Inside was a dossier on Nina Williams. Figures.
"You want me to find her."
"Yes. The reason we need you is because she went into hiding. We have Intel saying she had gone underground with a popular street gang. We don't know exactly where she is hiding, which is why we need you to go undercover." Wallace said.
"It's not going to be a walk in the park. Street gangs are the easiest to infiltrate in a couple hours. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it was impossible." Hwoarang said.
"It should be a walk in the park for you, considering the gang." Wallace said.
He had a hunch as to what Wallace meant, but that would be too much of a coincidence. Hwoarang flipped to the next page in the dossier, seeing that there was more than one person in the packet. The next person was all too familiar. Chen Hendrix. His own "custom" name. He used to be Hwoarang's best friend when he used to run his street gang back in Korea. He was also Hwoarang's right hand man.
"What's Chen doing in Tokyo?" Hwoarang asked.
"Keep reading." Wallace said.
Hwoarang flipped to the next page, not surprised, but a bit stunned. It was her.
"Ling." he whispered.
Ling Xiaoyu had taken a fall from grace after the third tournament. She had been having a rough time with her parents, and then ran away for a short while. For some reason, she came to him. It all fell into place after that. She had run with his crowd, and the two became a bit of an item. But then, when he was drafted, he had left it all behind. It seemed like she had gone back home before the fourth tournament, but now she went back with the gang. Again, as to what they're doing in Tokyo, only God knows.
"What are they doing here?" he asked.
"Chen has turned your old gang into a bad business. He's dealing drugs, among other things. He is buying a big shipment of ecstasy here in the city tonight. That's where the big problem is. The mission is double-sided. You are to infiltrate your old gang, tip off the location of the deal, and find out where Nina is." Wallace said.
"It's going to be tougher than it looks. I doubt they like me very much after I left." Hwoarang said.
"Deal with it." Wallace said.
Hwoarang continued to look at Ling's picture, wondering how she was.
5:54:58- Liu was working on his computer, the group finally off the factory floor. Heihachi was talking to the project leader. They were probably going over a plan on how to use the Combots.
He got up from his chair and walked back into the computer room. This was his time to strike. Most of the lab people had gone home now, and he was probably one of five people still down here.
He took off the covering of the oversized computer tower once again. He was beginning to sweat. His hands shaking as he reached inside to take the chip.
As soon as the chip was in his hands, a loud thump could be heard on the floor. He quickly put the chip back on and walked back out into the conference room. Heihachi, the project leader, and everybody else came into the room, wondering what happened. To keep his ass covered, he played along, acting frantic.
"What the hell happened? I got a major systems error about twenty seconds ago." One tech said.
Liu acted frantic, then bolted for the elevator about twenty feet away. Luckily the doors opened immediately.
He hit the button for the first floor and the button to shut the doors. The elevator began to move.
5:59:57. 5:59:58. 5:59:59. 6:00:00.
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 5:00 pm and 6:00 pm.
Events occur in real time.
5:00:00- Hwoarang fell onto the hard flooring of the mall. A sharp pain had struck his shoulder. He had been shot.
He rolled over. He wasn't screaming, but the pain was intense. He reached over to his back and felt another hole. It was the exit wound. The bullet had gone through and through. He was thankful for that. Bone damage might be at a minimum that way. But he had to get a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. Even after ten seconds, his shirt was soaked with blood at the right shoulder.
He got up and ran upstairs, holding his arm. He wondered if Jin was dead. He approached the unmoving body and noticed the blood. He probably bled to death. Hwoarang saw the neck wound. God, it was bad. It probably cut through his throat and through the other side of his neck. The others had gone into his chest and abdomen. He was dead, no doubt.
Hwoarang left his body and went back to the site of the explosion. He was surprised to see the whole team and Julia were still alive. He didn't even think about what Julia's reaction would be when she found out Jin was dead.
Hwoarang struggled with his left arm, trying to get his phone out of his right pocket. He dialed up Wallace.
"Dammit Wallace, pick up." Hwoarang cursed.
After about three rings, somebody picked up.
"Wallace here." He said.
"It's me. Julia's alive, but they got to Jin. He's dead." Hwoarang said.
The sting in his shoulder finally started to burn as the adrenaline began to remove itself from his bloodstream.
"What happened?" Wallace said.
"This was a trap. Nina Williams was here. She had Julia in some sort of closet. Nina ambushed Jin and me, and he didn't get out the way in time. He bled out all over the place. But somebody shot me with a rifle. I wouldn't be surprised if it was Nina's sister, Anna." Hwoarang said. Hwoarang took a seat, taking a bandana out of his left back pocket. With the phone up to his ear, he tried to close the wound in his shoulder. It was tricky and becoming unsuccessful. He had to get off the phone. The blood was beginning to drip onto his arm.
"I'm coming over there." Wallace said.
"Good." Hwoarang said.
He looked over at the Henderson's teams. One was a medic and fixing up the minor injuries the team must have had.
Hwoarang stood up, woozy and becoming short of breath. He stumbled over to the medic, who quickly cut off his shirt and began bandaging up the wound.
The medic carried Hwoarang out to an ambulance, which was waiting due to the chaos inside. Hwoarang couldn't think about much anymore, he had lost a good amount of blood in less than ten minutes.
The medic set Hwoarang down onto the concrete as he got a machine inside the ambulance ready.
The next thing Hwoarang remembered was feeling the prick of a needle in his arm, followed by the shiver of chilled blood being pumped into his veins.
5:10:14- Heihachi was on the factory floor, getting the rundown on the Combots. One of his top scientists, Liu Pang Ho, was one person who had enough inner monologues to fill three people for the rest of their lives.
He detested this job. He originally worked as a biochemist in this lab until one year ago, when Heihachi secretly bought the place and turned it into a microbiology and robotics lab. It was only two months ago when he found out about the project. And finally, only one week ago did he see the result. Tonight was the last straw.
What they were doing was unethical. If it was one bot or fifteen bots, he wouldn't have said anything. But one million? That was way too far over the line. In fact, the line may as well never have existed. When he saw the numbers, he thought it was bullshit. But then they showed him the result, and the first idea that hit him was one only a science fiction fan would think of: World domination.
He sat in the office, telling Heihachi's tour group that he wasn't feeling good. A lie that they bought, but Heihachi didn't. The boss himself gave Liu a dirty look as he headed out to the floor.
Liu had two options: 1. He could ignore the feelings for resistance he had felt and ignored his whole life, or 2. Take the necessary steps to make sure this "army" wasn't used inappropriately. The struggle was taking place inside him, hesitating for at least ten seconds now.
If he decided to work against Heihachi, what could he do? There's no way he could just go to a phone and call the police. There wasn't some stupid "self-destruct" button.
Then it hit him. He needed leverage and he knew where to get it. He got up and went to the computer room below the conference room.
5:16:33- Anna had escaped. She made it back to her car across the street from the lot that now was home to a dozen police cars and emergency vehicles.
She had a small laptop computer on her lap. She was tracing the signal coming from Hwoarang's tracker, which was imbedded in his left arm.
She glanced across the street and saw him sitting there on a stretcher, having a small blood transfusion in the back of an ambulance, while the medic was checking his vital signs.
Her phone rang.
"Yes?" she said.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Nina said.
"I'm your sister. That's who the fuck I think I am." She said.
"Very cute, bitch. Listen up. You almost got me killed. Now stay out of my way, or you'll be next." Nina threatened.
"That's very reassuring, seeing as you're already on my list." Anna said.
"Now that's not a smart thing to do. Assassination 101: never let the target know they're a target. Didn't Heihachi teach you anything?" Nina said.
Anna was a bit surprised that Nina knew about Heihachi.
"I figure I'd make things interesting." Anna said.
"I'm game. Are you?" Nina said.
The line clicked. Across the street, Hwoarang was meeting with somebody he knew.
5:22:07- Wallace approached the ambulance. He saw an unconscious Hwoarang on a stretcher, receiving a small blood transfusion. His right arm was bandaged up. A little bit of dried blood was still slightly smeared on his chest. The medic sitting beside him looked at Wallace.
"I'll take it from here." Wallace said.
The medic got up and jumped out of the ambulance.
Wallace took a look at the bag, it was half empty. He sat down in the chair the medic had left warm.
"Bad day?" Wallace asked.
Hwoarang didn't laugh. He kept his eyes shut.
"Could be better." He said.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you won't be going to jail even though Jin is dead." Wallace said.
"Who cares about jail?" Hwoarang asked.
Jail was on the back burner for him. He wasn't mad anymore about Jin. He felt sorry for the guy, sure. But what else could he do? He had been ambushed plenty today. Now that Jin was dead, surely it would stop. He never felt so ashamed of himself.
Two years ago, he would have taken the mission head on, and probably would have succeeded. Now that the fourth tournament was over and he had been on the run and in hiding, his sense of honor had diminished. In fact, his training was lacking a little. Had he seriously taken Jin on in a fight, Jin would have won in sixty seconds tops.
If he went to jail, at least he could focus. But right now, he wanted to know who shot him. He also wanted to know when he could throw up. His stomach retched from the blood loss and now the transfusion. He felt like he could just give up. Today was obviously one the worst days of his life.
Wallace remained silent.
"So what do we do now?" Hwoarang asked.
"I have a few papers I need you to sign. I'll debrief you back at Headquarters, and then you can leave or take the job." Wallace said, not sure how Hwoarang would respond to the latter.
"What job?" Hwoarang said, still lying on the stretcher, eyes shut.
"The job you've had all day. You are the head of an anti-terrorist group. In fact, you're my boss." Wallace said.
"Great. Then get me a shirt or a blanket or something, I'm freezing in here." Hwoarang said, the goose bumps on his skin obvious.
He was right. The evening chill was beginning to roll in. Wallace grabbed a blanket of the small shelf behind him and handed it to him. Hwoarang reached over with his left arm and placed the blanket on himself.
Wallace looked down at the bag, it was empty. He took the bag and detached it from the tube, and threw it in the hazardous waste basket. He then held Hwoarang's arm and removed the needle.
Hwoarang was a bit surprised that Wallace knew how to this. He was more surprised at the fact that he was Wallace's boss. The anti-terrorist group must be bigger than he thought.
Wallace pulled a black, long-sleeved, dress shirt out of a duffle bag he brought with him. He tossed it at Hwoarang.
"Here. Thought you might need one." He said.
Hwoarang got up finally and began to put it on carefully. His wound was still raw and just stretching his arm a little felt like complete agony. He was able to put it on though.
Once the shirt was on, Wallace looked at him.
"You should see the office. We can grab a bite to eat." He offered.
"Ok." Hwoarang said, really just wanting to sleep for a long, long while.
5:30:22- Liu Pang Ho was in the computer room, staring at the one thing that could render the Combots useless.
A small blue chip was in the middle of one of the huge computer towers that sat in the room. It glowed like it was a gift from the heavens. Something that somebody would want, if they knew how to use it, and he knew they would kill for this.
The chip was the one thing that could stop the operation dead in its tracks. The Combots used a collective consciousness, meaning that when one Combot found out new information, they all did at the same time. This was the one chip that enabled that feature. Remove it, and they're as dumb as any normal person.
He wasn't sure if he should actually take it. The lab was underground. If he took the chip now, everybody out on the floor would know immediately. All it would take is one alarm to go off and the only elevator to the ground floor would stop, and he couldn't risk that since that was the one he was going to take. Plus, he was afraid of heights. Climbing outside of an elevator was not his idea of courageous.
He left the chip alone for now, there would be another chance. He left the room and joined the others on the floor.
5:40:47- The building was huge. Did they actually make ceilings that high? Hwoarang didn't know.
Wallace was escorting him into the HQ for the UN's anti-terrorist unit. It was busy right now, reacting to the death of Jin Kazama and news that Julia Chang was alive after all.
The place really worked on two sides: computer techies and surveillance aficionados on the left, field agents on the right. There was an upstairs, but it was nothing but a conference room and two offices.
The two walked towards the stairwell towards the back of the building. Hwoarang ignored the looks from everybody else. They may have been good or bad, but regardless, everybody was looking at him. Something was going on that he didn't know about.
Wallace led him to the conference room. Hwoarang immediately took a seat in one of the lush, leather, and well-padded chairs. Wallace left the room for a second. For the first time all day, it was quiet. The noise was at a minimum, and he didn't have to worry about somebody trying to kill him. It was also the first time today that he realized he had the headache from hell.
Wallace came back in. He took a seat across from Hwoarang. They were silent for a moment.
"Can I get you something?" Wallace said.
"Aspirin."
"Ok, but I was thinking along the lines of food. You want something to eat?" Wallace said.
"Sure." He said.
Wallace picked up the phone on the table and called up some food.
"So, what now?" Hwoarang asked.
"Now, I'm going to ask you a favor." Wallace said.
"If anything, I think you owe me the favor, Al." Hwoarang said. "You're right. Start a tab. I'm asking for another one." Wallace said.
"You've exceeded your limit for the night. Debrief me and I'll leave." He said.
"You do know that this is your building right?" Wallace said.
"Did I ask for it?" he said.
"Why are you being like this?" Wallace asked, tired of playing games.
"Why? Let's see. Instead of throwing me in prison, you assign me to protect my arch-rival, then I'm attacked by anonymous troops, I get into a car wreck, get a concussion, have to sit in a fucking morgue for an hour, only to go to a mall, see Jin get shot, and only to be shot myself. That's something I didn't fucking ask for!" Hwoarang said.
Wallace glared at him for a moment. The room was silent once again.
"I could throw you in jail if you'd like. Or you can stay here, run this place, and go onto your next assignment." Wallace said.
Hwoarang was mad. He didn't like being pushed into a corner. It was when he was most dangerous. He was able to take everything with up until Jin died, and now he was tired, worn out, and upset. Worse of all, he wasn't fighting, and he couldn't fight.
"Fine. You happy?" he asked.
"Not really. But we do have to deal with things like these every day. Especially here." Wallace said.
Wallace had an envelope in front of him; he pushed it across the table to Hwoarang. Hwoarang took it and opened it. Inside was a dossier on Nina Williams. Figures.
"You want me to find her."
"Yes. The reason we need you is because she went into hiding. We have Intel saying she had gone underground with a popular street gang. We don't know exactly where she is hiding, which is why we need you to go undercover." Wallace said.
"It's not going to be a walk in the park. Street gangs are the easiest to infiltrate in a couple hours. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it was impossible." Hwoarang said.
"It should be a walk in the park for you, considering the gang." Wallace said.
He had a hunch as to what Wallace meant, but that would be too much of a coincidence. Hwoarang flipped to the next page in the dossier, seeing that there was more than one person in the packet. The next person was all too familiar. Chen Hendrix. His own "custom" name. He used to be Hwoarang's best friend when he used to run his street gang back in Korea. He was also Hwoarang's right hand man.
"What's Chen doing in Tokyo?" Hwoarang asked.
"Keep reading." Wallace said.
Hwoarang flipped to the next page, not surprised, but a bit stunned. It was her.
"Ling." he whispered.
Ling Xiaoyu had taken a fall from grace after the third tournament. She had been having a rough time with her parents, and then ran away for a short while. For some reason, she came to him. It all fell into place after that. She had run with his crowd, and the two became a bit of an item. But then, when he was drafted, he had left it all behind. It seemed like she had gone back home before the fourth tournament, but now she went back with the gang. Again, as to what they're doing in Tokyo, only God knows.
"What are they doing here?" he asked.
"Chen has turned your old gang into a bad business. He's dealing drugs, among other things. He is buying a big shipment of ecstasy here in the city tonight. That's where the big problem is. The mission is double-sided. You are to infiltrate your old gang, tip off the location of the deal, and find out where Nina is." Wallace said.
"It's going to be tougher than it looks. I doubt they like me very much after I left." Hwoarang said.
"Deal with it." Wallace said.
Hwoarang continued to look at Ling's picture, wondering how she was.
5:54:58- Liu was working on his computer, the group finally off the factory floor. Heihachi was talking to the project leader. They were probably going over a plan on how to use the Combots.
He got up from his chair and walked back into the computer room. This was his time to strike. Most of the lab people had gone home now, and he was probably one of five people still down here.
He took off the covering of the oversized computer tower once again. He was beginning to sweat. His hands shaking as he reached inside to take the chip.
As soon as the chip was in his hands, a loud thump could be heard on the floor. He quickly put the chip back on and walked back out into the conference room. Heihachi, the project leader, and everybody else came into the room, wondering what happened. To keep his ass covered, he played along, acting frantic.
"What the hell happened? I got a major systems error about twenty seconds ago." One tech said.
Liu acted frantic, then bolted for the elevator about twenty feet away. Luckily the doors opened immediately.
He hit the button for the first floor and the button to shut the doors. The elevator began to move.
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